magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

i dreamt about working on some sort of art installation with a bunch of people. jen was among them, and upon waking i thought it might have been the first time she had actually appeared in a dream of mine, but on reflection, this is not the case. anyway, i think it's the first time i've been particularly flirty with her in a dream. part of it took place in a comic book store. later i was in canaan with molly and kris, and there was lots of snow, and my van was parked around the corner from some church-like building we had been in.

woke up late. ate brunch by myself. read some more of mason & dixon during my library shift. tried to write some poetry:

candles burning out
small plumes of carbon smoke
eyes left to twinkle on their own
   in the ensuing dark
whisper of melodies
fingers distant
things i've never had the
   chance to tell you

time has a way of melting
of changing colours
initially: orange, against a field
   of undifferentiated grey
last night: yellow and blue
back drop of cold
and always tomorrow, and
   tomorrow, and tomorrow

went to the met. nothing worth eating, no one i really wanted to eat with. so i came home for a bit, then headed out for indian food. saw zanetta, dave, and alex.h walk by as i was eating, so i stopped by and visited after i was done. watched the end of shaft, part of the animated robin hood, part of romeo and juliet. played scrabble.

went to see spike and mike's festival of sick and twisted animation at midnight. typical fare, lots of not very funny, low brow humor, with the occasional gem tossed in.

today's pic, product of a sito panic, initial pic of objects on my scanner, ca. 9 dec, collaborative stages by mkc, msb, ian, and me, ipd.